Equip Trait
Redeployment Time reduced
Equip Attribute Bonuses
| Stat | Value |
|---|---|
| def | 30 |
| attack_speed | 3 |
| respawn_time | -25 |
Unlock Information
| Materials |
|---|
x1
x4
x20000
|
| Missions |
|---|
| Defeat a total of 50 enemies with Aciddrop (excluding Support Units) |
| Clear Main Theme 2-8 with a 3-star rating; You must deploy your own Aciddrop, and have Aciddrop defeat at least 1 Metal Crab |
Operator
Module Description
They crossed the line.The Siracusans... and Victorians... and Bolívarians. They injured an innocent child. And they stopped up the station door with bills... Should've known Columbia was like this. Always has been.
No one who could've helped that kid. Went by the nickname 'Aciddrop.' Got into competitions. Glowed like the sun on the outer dunes back then. Now she caught Oripathy. Whereabouts... unknown. I wind this tape up, that marks one month she's been missing.
Still remember how I taught her to use a crossbow. Spark in her eyes, same as my wife and kids. Touched your heart some more than a breeze in the woods, and my girl—girls—[CHUCKLE]—I thought to myself back then how I pretty much had two goddamn daughters. 'Aciddrop.' She was like part of our family. Like candy. Sometimes her father came, checked in on her. Gaulish man, built strong. Nothing but guilt and love in his eyes whenever he looked at his daughter. He and I drank. He said he didn't know how to be a good father. Could've said the same myself.
Used to figure with how our families knew each other, be one of the few fancy things in my old age, but that all changed. Overnight. Kid, uh... left two skateboards here with me. The ones I 'confiscated.' Dumped them in the junk room too. Rolled right under that army sword from Bolívar.
I'm just an old guy. Saw these things happen before—never concerned me then. Wanted to do something... only today decided what. I know, look at me, death of a salesman. Best decision maker zero years running. Heh.
[SILENCE]
Taping two copies of this. Remember to send one to the kid if anyone finds her. I'll teach you how to fry onion rings for it. Secret's in the cheese.
[SILENCE]
They've got the smarts to stick with their own. Not much chance I come out on top. Feel sorry for my girl. Her dad shouldn't be taking a risk like this. Makes me glad, though... I fessed up about all this and she was in tears. Gave me the go-ahead.
[SILENCE]
Hey, kid. My daughter's all grown up now. How about you? Where you at?
No matter where you are, I bet you'll get along just fine.
Gangs. Hah. They gonna be scarier than the Steam Knights? Fire raining from the Witch King's spire?
[SILENCE, POURING LIQUOR]
Remember this, kid.
'Cheers to freedom, cheers to onion rings, and cheers to me.'
—Video cassette, previously held under strict safekeeping at a police station, sent to Rhodes Island after a case of station theft. Sender marked 'Onion Ring Alliance.'
